Lonely Pedestal

July 24, 2005 | 0 Minute Read

Wake up caged amongst the lost
Walking through their world
Look at the posters pointing
The way not traveled has
been traveled too much
This world rich with illusion
You think you’re found
You think it’s wise
To walk amongst the found
is not travelling at all
On a pedestal looking up
In your caged Freedom
I’m alive and drenched in
the lonely
The Lonely we are